Chapter 7
Arthur Hadley had never known such happiness before, not even with Sonya. And thus the vacation, which had begun at Malibu with the prospect of a rather dreary time with his daughter Hester would hardly make any less difficult with all her moodiness, rhapsodically extended into what the French call the lime de miel, or, literally, "moon of honey."
In Eleanor Stanfield, he believed that he had found an understanding and most attractive mature companion who would be well past the time of adolescent anxieties and sheer sensual mischievousness, and hence could give him the placid life he sought. Instead, to his great joy he discovered that he had married an authoritative woman who could at the same time be all woman, yielding and passionate, fiery and imaginative, still with the vigor of youth and yet with maturity's deeper, lengthier knowledge of byplay and foreplay in the bed of love. And so he felt himself revived in outlook as he had not even been at the time of his first marriage to Sonya, whose gentle and reticent nature had precluded any wild ecstasies and vivid improvisations in the tourney of physical conclave. For Eleanor was also an excellent conversationalist, quite well read--he discovered, for example, that she spoke Spanish passably well enough to procure the very best of service and to make friends with the old hotel porter and the doorman and their maid so that they were treated virtually like royalty.
They spent the first week in Mexico City, making passionate love and sleeping late till about noon, then, commandeering a car and seeing the magnificent sights of Mexico City, from Chapultepec Park with its new and dazzling National Museum of Anthropology and History and famous zoo; the National Palace with frescoes by Diego Rivera, and the Bazaar Sabado with its fascinating display of modern Mexican arts and crafts. They were lodged at the Re-forma Inter-Continental on the fashionable Paseo de la Reforma, a little world unto itself with many new restaurants and nightclubs. They dines at restaurants celebrated for French cuisine, but they also enjoyed the famous Mexican specialty of mole de guajolote, turkey in spicy chocolate sauce as well as the tostadas, roasted fried tortillas with chicken, beans and lettuce. On Thursday afternoon of the first week, Arthur and Eleanor enjoyed the horseracing at the Hipodromo de Las Americans, and in the evening watched the furiously combative jai-alai games, betting on the horses and the players and in each instance winning, which Eleanor gleefully proclaimed was a happy omen for their marriage.
At their hotel, on Friday evening, they visited the spectacular El Koyau nightclub, and on Saturday Arthur bought his beautiful wife some exquisite Mexican jewelry of handmade silver, perfumes and a pair of stunning suede shoes.
On Monday of the second week, the Hadleys went to Cuernavaca, about fifty miles from Mexico City on the new super highway. Here there were pyramids, lakes, cathedrals, quaint streets, wonderful old houses and excellent shops. And their hotel room had an immense double bed in which, Tuesday night, the handsome brown-haired matron teasingly told her husband, "I feel like a courtesan of olden times on a bed like this, darling." And Arthur Hadley discovered that Eleanor had that indescribably exciting admixture of propriety and wantonness which is so indispensable to a harmonious sexual relationship; she could be passionate without being boldly suggestive, and by implication could rouse him to furious exultance. She would lie there smiling at him, her slim hand reaching down to fondle his cock, her other hand caressing one of her round lush titties, while his lips adoringly moved over her satiny naked skin. And then suddenly her fingers would tighten on his meatus, and he would know that that was her signal to take her fiercely. With a stifled little gasp she would welcome him as he thrust inside of her, her legs promptly locking over his, while she kept her thumb and forefinger very lightly against his shaft near the scrotum, so that he had the added frictional delight of feeling her fingers against his prick driving him into the warm moist cavern of her lovetemple.
During this second week, after the first wild ecstasies of learning each other's needs and desires, Arthur and Eleanor began to talk of the future and particularly of Hester and Betty. Arthur was more than ever convinced that he had been an extremely fortunate man in finding such a mother for his difficult daughter, and indeed it was he who first brashly proposed that there be no further delay in acquainting Hester with corporal chastisement. But Eleanor shook her head: "No, darling, that would be a great mistake. She would feel martyred, deceived and betrayed. She would hate both of us, but you especially for having changed her life so abruptly. No, Arthur, leave it to me. When we get back, there will be three of four weeks before school begins for her as well as for Betty, and I propose to have both the girls meet Betty's friends. They are all of them without exception subject to corporal punishment when they misbehave, and I've already had a little talk with Betty so that she is apprised of my feelings on the subject. In other words, Arthur lover, Hester is going to meet young people who have been spanked and are used to it, and she's also going to discover in the normal course of events that it's not quite such a tragedy as she would probably think right now."
"You never cease to amaze me, darling. And I was a very lucky fellow. I'll say one thing," he told her as he put his lips to one of her nipples and gently nuzzled it, while his right hand caressed her smooth belly and moved down to the thick dark brown curly thatch of her pussy, "the way I feel now, if Betty hadn't selected me as her new father by bouncing that beachball off me I'd turn the little minx and give her the spanking of her sweet young life."
"Why, Arthur Hadley!" Eleanor laughed huskily as she turned over on her side towards him and put one arm around his neck and her other hand over his stiffened cock, "you certainly have changed! And you're not going to go too fast with my girl either, I'll have you know. In fact, just before we left on this wonderful honeymoon of ours, darling, Betty was all fidgety over worrying whether I was going to let you watch her being spanked when I sentenced her to punishment and whether you yourself were going to take a hand."
"And what did you tell her, darling?" he huskily questioned.
"That we'd see, but that at the outset anyhow, things would go on just as before. She'll have to get used to you, Arthur, just as Hester is going to have to get used to her new responsibilities as part of our family. Besides," this with a teasing wink and a naughty little squeeze of his prick in her soft fingers, "I never dreamed that the mere mention of spanking would set you off so. Just look at how bold you are, young man. It's all my poor little fingers can do to keep that monster of yours in check until I'm ready-- oh yes, Arthur, now, or put it into me slow and deep, I just want to feel it going into me all the way--aahhh--oh, darling, what a wonderful lover you are!"
She flung her left leg over his right hip as they merged, her ringers caressingly fondling his cock as his meatus probed between the lips of her eager vulva and entered the gripping channel of her sheath. He could feel the pulsations and contractions as he sank slowly to the hilt, and the tightening pressure of her bare leg intoxicated him. Their lips met, and hers parted under his as her tongue delicately flicked his gums and teeth, encountering his tongue, whereupon a sudden maddening surge of passion galvanized him. He drew himself back to the brink, then plunged deeply to the hilt in a single ferocious lunge, and Eleanor gasped and wriggled onto her back, drawing him atop her, and they consummated their ecstatic passion in a furious crescendo.
Then it was over, and they lay smoking cigarettes, lazily looking at each other and smiling with that secret and delightful knowledge which two people have when they have shared the gamut of carnal passion, his left hand and her right clasped, the ringers tightly entwined, Eleanor murmured, "You know, darling, that while spanking is a very useful and functional educational and corrective process, it also has its own values as a sexual stimulant."
"I suppose that's true darling."
"Of course it is! Why, you naughty boy you, every time I talk about spanking Betty, you get stiff as a rock!"
At this, Arthur Hadley blushed, for it was quite true: he kept seeing in his mind's eye the golden haired adolescent, lying on the bed with her wrists bound, a pillow under her loins to prop "p her jouncy round naked bottom, and Eleanor standing beside the bed, her face grave and intense, lifting the spanking strap high in the air to bring it down over those luscious young hillocks. And invariably when he had this image before him, he felt a resurgence of his manhood.
"Just look at you blush," Eleanor teased. "Of course it's true. As a matter of fact, if you'd like, I've just found out that we can watch someone getting spanked in a very sexy way. Do you think you might like that, darling?"
"What do you mean, Eleanor?"
"Why, you know that I speak Spanish. I had two years of it in high school, and I've been brushing up, ever since you told me we might go to Mexico City. Well, this morning while you were out at the shop buying me that lovely basket, I was talking to Consuela, our very pretty maid. And she told me that she has a cousin who runs a very private little house just on the outskirts of Cuernavaca where people pay to watch naughty girls spanked and then made love to by their novios. And she says that if we like, she can get us there tonight."
"Why, that's incredible! It sounds like one of those pre-war French bordellos I used to read about."
"You see, Arthur Hadley! You're not quite so naive as you pretend to be. All right, if you'd like, I'll tell Consuelo. It won't cost much, and I think you'll find it very exciting."
Her words were prophetic indeed; this unexpected interlude on their honeymoon was to lead Arthur Hadley into a completely altered transformation of all her sexual ideas!
A cab driver took Arthur and Eleanor to the sound end of the city and stopped in front of a handsome estate enclosed behind a brick wall. The couple opened the iron gate which led to a paved walk circling a fountain and thence to the steps of a veranda. When Arthur rang the doorbell, it was opened by a lovely young Mexican girl in a maid's costume which suggested that she was from Paris rather than Cuernavaca; a lace cap atop her bobbed black curls, a shiny black satin dress whose very short skirt descended only to mid-thigh, sheer black opera-length hose of very elegant denier, and trim, gleaming black leather highheeled pumps. She curtsied prettily, inquired as to Arthur's name, and then smiled knowingly. "The Senora Rigal will be with you very soon, Senor Hadley. You and your lovely wife may wait here, and I shall bring you tequila."
Arthur and Eleanor seated themselves on a wide leather-padded couch, glancing around the salon which was elegantly furnished. The maid shortly reappeared with a tray on which two glasses and a bottle of tequila and a plate of sliced limes as well as a salt shaker were placed, and served them both, explaining how the national drink was partaken. The lime slices were salted, one could hold a slice in one's mouth while sipping the colorless liquid. Tequila, Arthur Hadley discovered, had a potent wallop later on, though it glided down smoothly without apparent reaction. After two drinks, he found himself on tenterhooks waiting the advent of the proprietress of this maison de luxe.
At last she appeared, and his eyes widened with appreciation at the sight of her voluptuous and opulent beauty. She was about five feet eight inches in height, perhaps forty, resplendent in an off-the-shoulder black faille gown which swung to the appetizing rondures of bosom and haunches. Her jet-black hair was pompadoured, and silver earrings dangled from the lobes of her dainty ears. Her face was oval, grave, and the unmistakable sign of a dominatress was evidenced in the thin, supercilious lips, the thick brows over piercing black eyes, and also in her tone of authority, gracious though it was to her guests.
Hesitatingly, Arthur mentioned that he had been recommended by Consuelo, and the woman nodded comprehendingly. "A very charming mu-chacha, that one. And she is muy simpatica to you, for she has telephoned me and told me that she likes you very much. You must understand, Senor Hadley, that not everyone is told about this casa. Now how can I be of service?"
Arthur Hadley blushed like a schoolboy, and looked foolishly at the handsome proprietress, who at that moment added, with an ingratiating smile, "You may call me Mercedes." But it was his wife Eleanor who came to the rescue and in reasonably fluent Spanish, explained that Consuela had suggested that they might see a girl chastised for being naughty and watch in private.
Mercedes Rigal smiled and nodded: "But of course you may. And for you, because you are both friends of my charming little muchacha -- who by the way in my niece--I shall make the fee extremely reasonable. Let us say, with refreshments and a private room for the two of you, six hundred and twenty-five pesos. I believe that will be fifty dollars in your money, Senor Hadley."
"That is very reasonable," Eleanor told him. "And we should like to leave Consuela a little gift so that she may buy herself something that she likes in the shop." Then she whispered to Arthur, "Give her about fifty-five dollars, darling. I've got a feeling this is going to be quite a show."
When the transaction had been effortlessly completed, Mercedes Rigal thanked them and added, not without a sly little wink, "I shall have my pretty maid Vera show you to the room, Senor and Senora Hadley. If you like, she will be at your disposal, you needn't worry that the tariff will be demanding. I find you both very gracious and intelligent, certainly much more enlightened than so many of the nortea-mericanos who try to come here. Adios, or perhaps I should say hasta la vista!"
With this she disappeared, and in a few moments the charming French-costumed little maid, who was about five feet four inches in height, with adorably girlish, long-legged figure and tantalizingly prominent, widely spaced pear-shaped titties, came out to escort them to the private room, which was on the second floor and at the back of the elegant house. The floor was thickly carpeted with red velvet, and it was evident that Mercedes Rigal was a woman of great means. Vera opened the door and deferentially inclined her head as Arthur and Eleanor entered this voyeuristic chamber. It too was thickly carpeted from wall to wall, and there was a huge double bed, quite low, the covers were already drawn most suggestively and invitingly. At the right-hand wall, were two armchairs. Between them was a wide and long rectangular brown wooden panel which, Vera at once demonstrated, could be slid to one side, thereby revealing an opaque glass through which they could see without being seen by those in the adjoining room. There was also a genuine French bidet and a washroom connecting to the left with this watching room--for such it was. Vera excused herself with a charming and coquettish look at Arthur--which made his pulses race inexplicably--and then went out, only to return a moment later with another tray on which a bottle of excellent champagne and two glasses were placed, as well as a plate of cheeses, nuts and crackers. "If the Senora and the Senor wish me, they have only to press the button in the wall beside the bed," she told them, and then again curtsied and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Eleanor turned to look at Arthur, her eyes twinkling: "Well, now, my darling husband, don't you feel risque and maybe about twenty years younger? It's so very much like Paris--of course, I've read about it, as I was never there. Do you think I'm being very wicked?"
"Whatever it is you're being, darling, I like it," he said thickly as he came to her and ran his hands down her back, pressing her buttocks avidly as he strained himself against her, their lips meeting in a long and passionately thrilling kiss.
"I can see, young man," she teased him, "that you aren't going to feel a stranger at all when you move in with me. And I'm afraid my poor little Betty is in for a very tender bottom in the not too distant future once you insist on taking a hand in the proceedings, as I'm sure you're going to."
"Eleanor, I told you I'm not going to rush things at all. And besides, it wouldn't be fair of me to spank Betty without seeing to it that my own daughter got exactly what she's been deserving for so long," was his gallant answer.
"I love you because you're so fair and equitable, darling, and very considerate. So, just let's pretend we aren't married but lovers on a secret rendezvous, and watch what they have in store for us. And by the way, I hope you didn't misunderstand Senora Rigal's little hint about Vera?"
"Er, what do you mean, Eleanor darling?" he gulped.
"Well, it's obvious that the charming little girl would be very happy to cater to any of your little whims--or to mine, for that matter--either during or after the performance we're about to see," Eleanor saucily retorted. And this made Arthur Hadley blush even more. He had never dreamed that marriage to a women could be so fascinatingly complex and excitingly new with each new day of their union. Now, as he uncorked the bottle of champagne and poured out two glasses, while Eleanor seated herself in one of the armchairs, he told himself that he was a very lucky man indeed.
As he sipped his champagne, he suddenly saw the door of the next room open and a well dressed gray-haired man, apparently in his early fifties, enter the room, his wrists held tightly by two swarthy Mexicans wearing sombreros. They dragged him over to a straight-backed chair, tied his wrists behind the back of the chair, made another cord secure around his waist and the back of the chair, and then squatted down and bound his ankles securely to the chair legs. Then one of the Mexicans took out a handkerchief while his colleague forced the man's mouth open, the gag was thrust in, and a second handkerchief was tied around the victim's mouth and knotted at the back of the neck.
The two Mexicans then left the room, and in three or four minutes returned dragging a struggling young woman with them. She wore a white summery frock which went down just to her knees, she had on charcoal-brown pantie-hose and sandals, and her light brown hair was fixed in a thick ponytail whose ends went below her shoulderblades. She had no makeup on, and her face looked young and defenseless, with slantingly set cheekbones, very wide and intensely dark brown eyes, a dainty little snub nose, and a small while mouth. She began to cry out--and Eleanor and Arthur discovered that they could hear every sound, thanks, no doubt, to a secretly placed public address system hooked up between the two rooms. When she saw the man in the chair, she tried to break free and cried out for them to let her go and to let her husband go, that they would pay any ransom the men wanted. The two Mexicans just laughed at her and contented themselves by holding tightly to her wrists, while she twisted and jerked herself in vain.
Arthur Hadley leaned forward, finding himself intensely stirred. It was true that he had read many erotic books in his time, but he had never actually seen either movies or any such "life" spectacle as was now before him. Moreover, the realization that he was witnessing this in Eleanor's presence and that he was also in a house of ill-fame seemed to have a profoundly lascivious effect on him, for already his prick was throbbing and swollen against his fly. He cast a guiltily nervous glance at his wife, but found that she was watching just as intently, her eyes glowing, her lips parted, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, and her magnificent bosom swelling voluminously.
It was strange, he told himself, that he hadn't asked her anything about her outlook on sex; but then, they'd come together to naturally just before she'd agreed to marry him, and they'd both had orgasms at the same time, which was rare between two so different personalities. Even now on this honeymoon, early as it was, he found that she could anticipate his desires, and with them the most imaginative nuances and yet without speech. There was a naturalness to her which excited and delighted him at the same time.
The two Mexicans were perhaps ten years apart in age, taller one being younger, wiry, with a scar on his left cheek, while the older man had receding hair, a fat, sensual face and was squat and short. "It is not ransom we want, Senora," the older man told the frightened woman, who Arthur Hadley guessed to be about twenty-five. "Juan and I, Esteban, have already taken what we want from your husband's wallet. No, it's not dinero, but you, Senora. You are so linda, that Juan and I desire to have some pleasure with you. Now if you will be a good muchacha and take off all your clothes, we will not hurt you."
"You must be out of your mind! Oh, Frank, for God's sake, they want to have me--help me, oh my poor husband, help me!" the young brownette cried as she tried again ineffectually to break free of the two Mexican's hold.
"I do not think this little one is going to do it willingly, Esteban," the taller, younger Mexican chuckled. "I'm afraid that we shall have to teach her a little lesson. Let us get her on the bed and tie her down, and then we shall see what we shall see. Come along, muchacha!"
"Oh no--for God's sake, oh Frank, they're going to do it to me--help me, oh please help me!" the young woman shrilled.
But the two Mexicans lifted her now and put her down on the wide double bed, while the older man at once tied one of her ankles to the bedpost and then made the other one secure so that her legs were hugely straddled and the material of her frock threatened to tear from the distension of her legs. The other Mexican quickly secured her wrists in the same way, so that the helpless young woman found herself spread-eagled on her back and entirely at their mercy.
The squat Mexican chuckled as he bent down over the young woman's writhing body. "Such lovely legs, eh, Juan? Let us see them all now, shall we?"
With this, he put his hands to the frock and ripped the garment up to the girl's belly, disclosing the gauzy pantie-hose. Arthur Hadley caught his breath, his eyes glittering, waves of desire surging through him. The young woman had pale milky flesh, but the gauzy sheath disclosed the prominent mount of her cunt, shielded with very thick dark brown tufts of love fur. She turned her face towards her gagged and bound husband in the chair near the door and shrieked, "Oh don't let them take my clothes off, Prank! Please help me! I don't want them to, oh please, I don't want them to!"
The fat Mexican put both pudgy hands on one of the young woman's calves and slowly caressed the shuddering and jerking leg all the way up to the crotch, while his companion imitated him with the other leg. As their fingers neared the sensitive apex of the captive's thighs, she arched and jerked and shrieked, turning her face this way and that, her face flushed and contorted and her eyes sparkled with tears.
"She had really a beautiful pair, Juan," the older, fat Mexican declared, "but now I want to see her tetas."
Under the white frock, the victim wore a thin chaste white satin slip, and this too was torn from her, leaving her in the ripped dress which gaped now up to her bosom, and a white nylon brassiere. Her breasts were surprisingly round and full, set very closely together, and in their agitated heaving, it was plain to see the dark coral, ripe buds of the nipples in their even darker, narrow aurolae. Each of the Mexicans reached out with thumb and forefinger pinched those voluptuous buds, while the frenzied girl continued to twist and jerk at her bonds, and to call upon her husband to save her. He by now was struggling in his chair, and his muffled groans came through the gag quite audibly to Eleanor and Arthur in the next room.
Now there was a wild shriek as Juan ripped away the brassiere, and then Esteban completed the girl's preparation for an inevitable fucking by completing the rending of the white frock and pulling it out from under her tethered body. Then he inserted his fingers in the waistband of the pantie-hose and began to jerk them down, while the frantic young woman ground her hips against the bed and tried to prevent this catastrophe, screaming for her husband to aid her.
Arthur Hadley's prick was gigantic by now, and he felt his teeth chattering with the waves of lust that swept through him. He hardly dared look at his beautiful wife, and he suddenly had the guilty desire of wanting to be in that room with the Mexicans so he could take part in this coercion.
Now, despite her struggles and pleas, the pan-tie-hose sheath was tugged down to about the middle of her thighs, and left there as a rumpled fetter. The squat Mexican now unbuckled his belt from his trousers and cracked it in the air ominously. "You are going to be nice now, mu-chacha," he told the sobbing, naked beauty. "And first you will start by telling us your name, querida."
Both men now avidly stared at the thick fleece of dark brown lovecurls which covered the gaping cunt, though it did not quite conceal the glimpse of the twitching pink lips of that enchanting vulva.
"You won't speak? Que lastima! I am afraid, Senora, that we are going to loosen your tongue a little. In this way!" And with this, he raised his right hand and then brought the belt down with a wicked crack across the young woman's milky waist. She started convulsively from the bed, her titties tautening with the maneuver, and her head fell back as she uttered a strident cry: "Oh Frank, they're whipping me, oh God, save me, save me, my poor darling husband, save me!"
A second blow of the black wide leather belt, which was about a quarter of an inch thick, smacked ferociously down over the young woman's naked belly. Her navel was wide and shallow, an exquisite oasis in that goblet of pale milky flesh. At the sound of the bite of leather on bare animal flesh, Arthur Hadley trembled and glanced quickly at his wife. Her eyes met his, and she reached out her hand, their fingers entwining. "Excited, dearest?" she whispered. And he could only nod his head and blush violently at this admission.
A third lash fell now, just above the victim's titties, and the young woman lifted her head, her eyes rolling in their sockets, as she uttered a piercing cry: "Eeeyeowww! Oh please, don't beat me, don't beat me, oh God, what do you want of me?"
"First Senora, your name!" the squat Mexican with the belt demanded.
"Oh, Frank, Frank, help me, help your Shirley!" the brown-haired young woman sobbed.
"Shirley. That is a very lovely name, Senora. And now the next thing we want, Juan and I, is that you ask us to fuck you. Each of us in turn, I first because I am the oldest, naturally. And what is your answer, linda Shirley?"
"Oh, you filthy beasts, I'd rather die! Oh, Frank, for God's sake, can't you get lose from that chair and help your poor wife? They want to do it to me, Frank, don't let them, oh I'd rather die than let them!" the naked beauty wailed.
"She is behaving like a naughty child, Esteban," the tall wiry Mexican commented. "Perhaps she should be treated like one. Let us turn her over and tie her back down but this time so that the belt can be given to her lovely bottom, no es verdad?"
"Juan, there are times when you have true inspiration. Let us do that by all means," the other Mexican avidly concurred. They swiftly untied the struggling naked captive, pulled off the pantie-hose and forced her back down on the bed, this time on her belly, spread-eagled, stark naked, the pale milky half-moons of her bottom upturned and contracting violently in her apprehension.
Each Mexican now ran his hands over that luscious posterior, squeezing the cheeks, patting and slapping, while the naked captive sobbed and groaned and again uselessly called on her helpless husband to come to her salvation. By now Eleanor Hadley had moved over to sit on her husband's lap, and to his great delight, had hoisted up her peasant skirt, a gay multicolored cotton garment under which he was dazzled to observe that she wore absolutely nothing. She reached down with one hand to zip open his fly, drew his stiff, turgid weapon out and whispered, "Put it into me very slowly, darling, and let's watch! Isn't it exciting!"
He felt her ease herself down on his ramrod, and the pulsations of her quim against the meatus just as he entered the sweet lobby of her cunt almost made him burst with furious delight. It took all his self-control to hold back his vital juices, while Eleanor adjusted herself and sank slowly down until at least half of his prong was furrowing her lovesheath.
His left hand was on her left tittie, and his right hand stroked her inner thigh and belly, as they both leaned forward to watch the absorbing scene.
Now the two Mexicans had moved back, and the fat one with the belt lifted it high, poised it in the air and then brought it down with a wicked Smack over the ripest curves of those two juicily rounded milky bottomglobes. Shirley's body started convulsively, and her face turned towards her assailant, her eyes enormous and drowned in tears: "Owww Ooooh! Oh please don't whip me like that, please!"
But Esteban did not reply. Instead he added a second lash almost exactly in the same place, the black leather band clinging to the resilient contours of the victim's behind, and again Shirley uttered a shriek of pain and jerked frantically at her wrists and ankles to free herself.
Now, very slowly and methodically, he began to whip her bottom, beginning at the base and applying horizontal strokes about half a minute apart until one could plainly see imprinted on that marvelously pale-milky canvas of living womanflesh the angrily growing stigmata of the belt leaping across both globes. By the time he had reached the top of Shirley's hips, she had received twenty lashes, and she was sobbing and begging them to stop, while at the same time looking back over her shoulder to implore her husband to come to her aid.
The man's face was flushed, his eyes bulging, and sweat beaded his forehead as he pulled against his bonds. Esteban noticed this and chuckled to his crony, "The Senor is getting excited too. Perhaps it would be only proper hospitality to let him have some pleasure, don't you think, compadre?"
"Si, si, to be sure, so that our visitors will not be able to say that the people of Mexico are not hospitable," Juan chuckled. With this, he went over to the chair and, squatting down, pulled down the zipper of the husband's trouser fly and then fumbled in the man's shorts. The Mexican with the belt uttered a boisterous laugh as he saw the helpless husband's penis jut out, angrily throbbing and swollen.
"So we have done that much for you, at least, Senor," he quipped. "And now it is Shirley's turn to be as hospitable to us. Are you ready yet, linda, to ask us to fuck you?" And to punctuate his words, the belt crashed down, but this time vertically, biting not only the middle of the young woman's left buttock, but also the small of her back and the top of her naked thigh.
"Eeeoowww! Oh Frank, they're killing me, I can't stand it any more, oh my poor darling, what am I going to do?" she screamed.
Crack! The belt visited the right buttock this time, then came down in another furious vertical descent, and again Shirley's naked body lunged and arched and twisted, while her pathetic, sobbing cry made Arthur Hadley groan. Eleanor too was excited, for he could feel the kissing and clipping of her cuntwalls against his imbedded phallus, as well as the stiffening of her nipple against his palm.
"This little muchacha is very shy, don't you think, Juan?" The Mexican with the belt tauntingly remarked. "Perhaps she is on her honeymoon, and so it is difficult for her to invite a strange man to enjoy her. So we must warm her thoroughly until she is convinced that we are as good as her husband, because after all he cannot help her and we can."
"You speak words of wisdom, Esteban," the tall wiry Mexican laughed.
The belt fell now, with three rapid strokes, diagonally from the young woman's right hip to the base of the left buttock. She jerked and twisted, screaming out at each, and now a fiery, lascivious pattern was imprinted on her swollen bottom, even more voluptuous in contrast with the untouched milky pallor of her thighs and back.
"Oh God, I can't stand it, haven't you any pity? Oh what must I do, oh Frank, tell me what to do!" she wailed.
"As soon as you are ready to have the whipping stop, linda Shirley, all you have to do is to ask us very nicely to fuck you, that is all," Esteban replied with mock politeness. Then his arm rose and fell twice more, this time visiting the base of the young woman's inflamed and tortured bottom with two vigorous horizontal cuts.
"Oh Frank, I can't help it, please forgive me --eeeeowwwouuu!!! Oh fuck me, then, fuck me, but for God's sake, stop whipping me!" the young woman now hysterically capitulated.
Then she pressed her face down against the sheets and began to sob with all her heart, while her hips still weaved and squirmed as if she were masturbating herself, in her ingenuous attempt to alleviate the burning fury of her well thrashed naked bottom.
Juan now took a pillow from the side of the bed and forced it under her belly, arching up her bottom and loins for better access. Then he gestured towards his fat, older crony: "You have won your turn, Esteban. But I pray you, por favor, do not keep me waiting too long, for my cojones are smoking hot with what I feel for this linda muchacha!"
"Do not worry, amigo, I will not keep you waiting, for we are good friends." The fat Mexican now opened the fly of his trousers, kicked off his shoes, and got onto the bed, kneeling between the young woman's straddled naked thighs. He dug his fingers into her groin, lifting her from the pillow, as he arched himself towards the gaping pink slit framed by the thick dark brown curls of pussyhair. "Oh Frank, he's going to do it to me--oh Frank, don't look, I beg of you, I'm so ashamed, I want to die--ohhhh-- aahhhh--oh my God, you're hurting me, you're too big--oh please, oh Frank, save me!" the naked woman wailed as she felt the Mexican's prong pry apart the twitching lips of her vulva and dig deep into her narrow cunt-canal. Her face was upturned, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears, and her fingers clawed the sheets as she tried to disengage her ravisher's weapon from her cleft. But with a grunt of triumph, Esteban thrust himself to the balls with a single violent shove, and then he began to fuck her with a furious rapidity, making her jerk and gasp with the vigor of his assault upon her.
When he had finished, he moved off to one side while the wiry Mexican replaced him. Juan took his handkerchief and mopped the young woman's pussy, and then without more ado, gripping her reddened, naked hips with his wiry fingers, he in turn forced his way into that quaking sheath and fucked her but with slower and more deliberate vigor till at last he burst his vital seed deep within her womb.
And just as he achieved his climax, Eleanor began to arch herself up and down on her husband's organ, whispering to him, "Oh hurry, come along with me, darling, oh God, I can't hold it back anymore, do it, do it all--oh Arthur, oh my darling!" as with a final shout of ecstasy, she reached her orgasm, her head falling back, her heart wildly beating against his pressing palm, while he felt himself shatter and explode within the grip of her tight moist hot love canal.
But this was not the finale of the scene they had just witnessed. For after the two Mexicans had satisfied their lust on the spread-eagled milky naked body of the sobbing young woman, they restored their clothing to proper order, and then untied the gagged husband's bounds and swiftly left the room, locking the door behind them.
The man called Frank totteringly rose from the chair, his eyes burning, his chest heaving, his stiff prick still violently out thrust and shaking with pentup rut.
"You dirty little bitch, you enjoyed it!" he accused in a hoarse, shuddering voice as he approached the bed.
"Of Frank, how can you say such a dreadful thing to me? You know they made me, they whipped me so terribly, I couldn't stand it! Oh I begged you to help me, darling, oh please, untie me, my wrists and ankles are so sore! I hurt everywhere, oh darling, have mercy on me, forgive me!" she sobbed.
But to the dazzled eyes of Arthur Hadley, the man in no way answered that heartrending petition. Instead, getting onto the bed and kneeling beside the naked young woman, he put his left palm on the small of her back and then, raising his right, began to spank her already inflamed and angrily reddened bottomcheeks until she shrieked and wept and jerked and twisted frantically, imploring him to stop, begging him to understand that he was punishing her when it hadn't been her fault.
When his hand was tired, after about some forty spanks, he got between her thighs, gripped the insides of her hips, and lifting her up, thrust home his spear deep into her cunt and then began to fuck her.
Eleanor had moved back to her chair now, smoothed out her dress, and she looked over at her husband with indulgent and amused eyes: "Would you like to ring for Vera, darling?" she whispered.
"You--you wouldn't mind, Eleanor?" he panted.
She smilingly shook her head. "Maybe I'd like her services too, when you've finished, Arthur darling."
"Oh Eleanor, you're the most wonderful wife any man could ever have," he gasped as she staggered from her chair and made his way over to the bell on the wall. A few moments later the door opened and the charming French-costumed lovely young Mexican maid entered.
"The Senor desires?" she murmured, in a husky, soft, sexy voice.
"Yes he does!" Arthur Hadley hoarsely gasped. "Come over here to me, young lady. Such bad service, here we were all this time and you didn't even come in to see if we needed more champagne. I'm going to spank you first."
"As the Senor wishes," the charming maid said, demurely lowering her eyes. She crossed over to him, as he seated himself on the chair, grasping her by the wrists, Arthur Hadley pulled her down over his lap, flipped up her short skirt, and uttered a gasp of delight when he saw that she wore no panties, only a garterbelt with very narrow tabs to hold up the sheer opera-length black mesh hose on her lissome legs.
His left palm in the small of her back, he began to spank her. It was the first time in his life he had ever done that, and as he did it, he was thinking of Hester, his willful, spoiled daughter who really deserved it most. The pretty maid submitted to a rather vigorous chastisement with gasps and little sobs, glancing back up at him from time to time, and sinuously wriggling her lithe body over his lap. Finally he stopped, out of breath and conscious of the frenzied swelling in his cock.
"Maybe that will teach you," he said thickly.
The pretty maid rose from his lap, keeping her skirt hoisted up with one hand while she rubbed her blazing bottom with the other. Then she wryly nodded and whispered, "I see that I made the Senor very uncomfortable. Does he wish me to do something about it?"
"I--" Arthur began, then looked helplessly at his wife. But Eleanor was smilingly nodding. "Yes," he panted.
And to his absolute consternation and unexpected joy, the pretty French-costumed maid knelt down, grasped his calves with her slim hands, and, putting her mouth to his swollen prong, began to suck and lick him till he felt himself explode.
When this was done, Eleanor then whispered into Vera's ear, and the girl giggled understandingly. "I'm going to leave you for a little while, darling," Eleanor murmured as she bent over the chair into which he had seated himself again, "But Vera tells me there will be another show in just a few minutes, so it will keep you from getting bored."
The husband and the young wife had now left the room, and in a few moments a couple entered, quite divergent in years and bodily traits indeed. The female was a sixteen-year-old Mexican girl, very prettily dressed, with a gray-haired man whom she addressed as her Tio Pepe." This elderly uncle scolded her for being a flirtatious little minx and having heard reports from the neighbors on how she let the boys kiss and maul her, and condemned her to a spanking. Despite her very ingenuous pleas, she was pulled across his lap, her skirts drawn up, her dainty white cotton panties lowered to her knees, and then given a vigorous handspanking, which made her kick and squeal, while her olivesheened bottom turned a fiery hue.
When the spanking was over, she got up tearfully, rubbed her bottom, and hesitantly thanked him for chastising her. Then, to Arthur's stupefaction, she knelt down between the elderly man's legs, opened his fly, took out his organ and began to suck him till he was almost at the point of orgasm. Then, nimbly, hoisting her skirts high, she seated herself upon his organ and impaled herself, just as Eleanor had done with Arthur himself.
About half an hour later, Eleanor returned, languid, her eyes and mouth soft with fulfillment. She didn't find her husband bored, but quite the contrary. And so she whispered to him. "Darling, let's wait till we get back to the hotel and just before we go to sleep, I'll do something about that insatiable third leg of yours."
And so indeed she did. Arthur Hadley had guessed that she and Vera had made love together, but he was much too tactful to allude to it.
And so when they returned to Claremont, Arthur Hadley had had the most liberal education conceivable for one so mature in years and yet untutored in the ways of voluptuous and domestic chastisement. And what he learned, as we shall see in future chapters, was to affect not only his own pampered daughter Hester, but also many of Eleanor's friends and their own lovely daughters.